Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Blooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the c to the, huh,
Ain't it,huh, come on,
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em with the) and rugged (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(Ain't it funky) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna these horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes